Seasonal poem about the spring and flowers and birds.

This poem is about me. (They all are but..) I am her. Not one person will save/help me from the evil I live among. No one will help me overcome my depression or PTSD. No one ever helps me..

Two trees talk…

Lilies – Beautiful Flowers.

Celestial beauty is discovered by beauty. The linnet is silent in Oslo after terrorist attack.

Flowers rain…

Nature brings out beautiful products from what normal humans would consider as ugly spots. Life is always beautiful, provided one has the willingness to see the positive sides.

The lotus and lily ponds are beautiful to look at. However, it is safer to stay out of the water and enjoy the sight alone.

My first poem.

Part two of my robot story.